🎶Welcome to my mind, these things came up right on time I'm such a lazy motherfucker but what matters is rhymes But here's a story that nobody else currently heard I keep it written, keepin' my music unheard I tend to be one of the greatest, still kept in the dirt I was a fetus but Jesus said my life will emerge I've seen it all in through the pain, My lyrics act like my viens, it's so insane I be rappin' bout shit on my name It's such a shame, these so called rappers be lame That's why I'm young and collective, I'll beat the beat, I'm submissive Keep my head up the lesson, I hope you suckas gon listen Let your mistakes be the witness, Fuck many women, I live it Count all my wrong til I'm livin', The path is there but missed it, don't like to be optimistic Burnin' the smoke I be breathin', Uh I hope you get what I'm sayin', you better stay in your lane I gave you power and fame, quit disrespectin' my mane I keep it simply restrained, and at the popo we aim🎶
Confession of a hitman sit quick adjust the lens deathrow button down lint free/ dark thoughts suffericate ivory walls/ guards overlook the towers/ cold concept hard facts hear dead marks scream in agony/ pitiful stares life drains out of you stand over you/ wished you choose a better career sip gin tonic dry them tears /Fame/friends/foe/ so call tuff guys for years
It was the 19th of November 1996 There was a tall brown-haired native new yorker his name was Chris The time nine thirty pm and he just finished a shift He was glad cuz now he gets to see family and kids Chris got in his vehicle, grabbed the keys and started the engine The night was dark it felt like he was in another dimension He drove at 60 miles per hour and he was headed for North And the this other guy in black jackets started to call He shouted while waving his left hand "Stop Right here" He was a hitchhiker so Chris stopped and pulled up near The man hooded in a black jacket got in the car The man was five inches light skin smelled like cigar Minutes later the man took out a pocket knife and he stabbed Chris in the abdomen and he grabbed him and he strangled him But Chris refused Chris used his tape measure to him on the head He got up and as soon as the guy was the bleeding and the then he fled
the negative events I play role in are somewhat fun, but sometimes it creates a bullet in my head where it triggers me to blow objects , get rid of suspects, I just wanna stop the prospects of that. Will I be in an indictment? will they trace me back home? would they have to set me again to an individuals dome? The streets I still roam...enemies are waiting for me to jam they just don't understand I don't want to be in the place of another hitmans hand. Will I fail or achieve victory on this striving successful mission? I wish my body had a mind of its own, stop myself when its unnecessary, because this youngster doesn't need to take this OGs throne. Will this hand keep me tucked? or will I have to uncover my face seeing I'm part of a stick up, all I can is be used to point at using gestures to have them screaming , " everybody get on your back! "
Since my sweet sixteen I knew I was a mic fiend Now I gotta pack sixteen Clips by the side of my hip So haters watch ya lip Cuz my iron grip Is tight tighter than needle noose pliers Embrace higher from the tokes of fire Never gone retire raps Messiah Whose flows hotter than a dryer pimp daddy hit rumps like Teddy Pendergrass still I smash Any beat that's put up watch it rest up Soon to be maked up Coroner examiner ultimate dope handler Universe mind channler Step to me be a victim to my Dalmer Tactics Death recipient so destructive I could never repent
Now that I'm a grown man Learned to play my hand Real well got many stories to tell My enemies yearn for me to fail Destined for hell Out on bail Soon to hear Liberty's Bell My lyrics so forceful I'm even turnin dark skins pale My energy made me Much stronger longer Than a nile who's style none could hit the dial My sniper hits make melons shit Venomous sticks Cuz of too much excitement No resentment fools turn apologetic Cuz of broken commitment So haters stop wishin' Endin' fake rhymes is my ambition
a flash of light extends... and covers my vision... it draws back... where Mary was she's no longer... Just a child king with a crown on... i gasped and said Baby Jesus... providing me with understanding... to further my thesis... who bore him unblemished... but our blessed mother... Paul says he became sin... and i used to wonder... how did he become sin... but death ruled his kin... so he submitted to execution... dying his spirit left... his body laid hollow... like the mind of a man without knowing... we're born frozen... he calls many... but few are chosen... who couldve give me the knowledge but the Christ man... who is like him... took a false crown woven... the stories showing... how their constantly throwing stones at throne... and though its a lonely road... He endured it for those that dont know... and though I know for sure... they dont call me a witness... but His words changed me... truth raised me from doubts dominion... no more taste for sin... just the love of God remained... at first I didnt know... but now I know for sure... further more I see that history repeats in forms... shadows to the Christ born... these the worst times though... the revolt was fortold... when Rome would become a Beasts home... again on the lonely road... but Christ did it alone... the disciples dispersed... i was given a taste of the sorrow... apologising for falling asleep... He carried me through the Garden... it was hard... cause im starving... all I could do was profess my need... He did it alone... and for me... now I rap for the seed... go to New York and find Nas... he told me... though there's more to the story... he told me the streets are starving... an African man hiding his form... his dilect and tribal scars showd where he's from... i ran to him... cause i could tell he needed... he said his families hungry... I ran to my ATM and got my last $20... its funny cause i never seen him before... i was always downtown trying to break bread with the poor... i gave him my money... he said thank you... but please please pray for my family... not about the money... i started to see deeper... and noticed his eyes... this man was the truest no doubt... he asked my name... I told him Gregory... I asked his... he said Yahwah... then he told me again... dont forget to pray for my family... and I never saw him again... the Lord in black men... my heart has a place for the streets.... hood life and G's... but Jesus calls... read his words please... and be freed...
![Nas-The Message [Instrumental][Original]](http://i.ytimg.com/vi/Pp7sPwSNx1w/mqdefault.jpg)
words ain't enough to describe how good this is. Dj Premier always drops the bomb.
Nas gave this beat a beating
Yeah...
lol
damn premiere touch my soul with this beat here
Illmatic, it was written, stillmatic, gods son Thats my shit
+Cortez Benevidas and nastradamus?
Everybody says thats one of his worst albums but i still listen to it too
+Cortez Benevidas why should be the album whack?
2nd verse is still one of the greatest verses ever
Ever.
"making me kill, but I feel it never mattered".....
🎶Welcome to my mind, these things came up right on time
I'm such a lazy motherfucker but what matters is rhymes
But here's a story that nobody else currently heard
I keep it written, keepin' my music unheard
I tend to be one of the greatest, still kept in the dirt
I was a fetus but Jesus said my life will emerge
I've seen it all in through the pain,
My lyrics act like my viens, it's so insane
I be rappin' bout shit on my name
It's such a shame, these so called rappers be lame
That's why I'm young and collective,
I'll beat the beat, I'm submissive
Keep my head up the lesson, I hope you suckas gon listen
Let your mistakes be the witness,
Fuck many women, I live it
Count all my wrong til I'm livin',
The path is there but missed it, don't like to be optimistic
Burnin' the smoke I be breathin', Uh
I hope you get what I'm sayin', you better stay in your lane
I gave you power and fame, quit disrespectin' my mane
I keep it simply restrained, and at the popo we aim🎶
I feel like the front cover of It Was Written defines this beat, along with Nas's lyrics to the beat of course.
GOAT!!!
This beat is my life
That loop is crazy..I love that shit perfect .dj premier....
Confession of a hitman sit quick adjust the lens deathrow button down lint free/ dark thoughts suffericate ivory walls/ guards overlook the towers/ cold concept hard facts hear dead marks scream in agony/ pitiful stares life drains out of you stand over you/ wished you choose a better career sip gin tonic dry them tears /Fame/friends/foe/ so call tuff guys for years
Love this track but it still bugs me that Nas had to spell out the metaphor in the intro as though his audience were simpletons...
...funeral was made, cuz i was sprayed...
It was the 19th of November 1996
There was a tall brown-haired native new yorker his name was Chris
The time nine thirty pm and he just finished a shift
He was glad cuz now he gets to see family and kids
Chris got in his vehicle, grabbed the keys and started the engine
The night was dark it felt like he was in another dimension
He drove at 60 miles per hour and he was headed for North
And the this other guy in black jackets started to call
He shouted while waving his left hand "Stop Right here"
He was a hitchhiker so Chris stopped and pulled up near
The man hooded in a black jacket got in the car
The man was five inches light skin smelled like cigar
Minutes later the man took out a pocket knife and he stabbed Chris
in the abdomen and he grabbed him and he strangled him
But Chris refused Chris used his tape measure to him on the head
He got up and as soon as the guy was the bleeding and the then he fled
“Yo weeks went by and I’m surprised, still stuck in this shelf with all the things that an outlaw hides”
*Instrumental Download Link* 👍
music2k.com/song/12878609/Nas_I_Gave_You_Power_Instrumental/
still remembering this beat givin me chillz when i first heard it. wicked!
the negative events I play role in are somewhat fun, but sometimes it creates a bullet in my head where it triggers me to blow objects , get rid of suspects, I just wanna stop the prospects of that. Will I be in an indictment? will they trace me back home? would they have to set me again to an individuals dome? The streets I still roam...enemies are waiting for me to jam they just don't understand I don't want to be in the place of another hitmans hand. Will I fail or achieve victory on this striving successful mission? I wish my body had a mind of its own, stop myself when its unnecessary, because this youngster doesn't need to take this OGs throne. Will this hand keep me tucked? or will I have to uncover my face seeing I'm part of a stick up, all I can is be used to point at using gestures to have them screaming , " everybody get on your back! "
Something about this beat that gets my blood pumping is such an ill beat
Nasty Nas
Is a rebel to america, police murderer, I'm causing hysteria...
+Panthaz street disciple, my raps are trifle
I'm shooting slugs from my brain just like a rifle
Idiots Everywhere Stampeding the stage and leaving the microphone split. Playing my tuffy whilst on some pretty tone shit
Panthaz Verbal assassin, my architect pleases. When I was 12, I went to hell for snuffing Jesus.
Idiots Everywhere his troops roll up with a strange force trapped in a cage and let out by the main source...
Dangerously Unstable teach you a lesson like we reading fable wit gunz on da table
nas talkin about some real big people or some sht, finding this original track pretty tough
I get chills every time I hear this.
How you like me now ? I go bloud !!!!!
I was laid with in the shelf with a grenade
One of the sickest beats ever🔥
Still fire 🔥 2024!
Praise the lord
tight man, im makin a long verse to this
This is not the original beat. But it's a pretty good remake!
what are the conditions of use
this track is very good desire to use
Since my sweet sixteen
I knew I was a mic fiend
Now I gotta pack sixteen
Clips by the side of my hip
So haters watch ya lip
Cuz my iron grip
Is tight tighter than needle noose pliers
Embrace higher from the tokes of fire
Never gone retire raps Messiah
Whose flows hotter than a dryer
pimp daddy hit rumps like Teddy
Pendergrass still I smash
Any beat that's put up watch it rest up
Soon to be maked up
Coroner examiner ultimate dope handler
Universe mind channler
Step to me be a victim to my Dalmer Tactics
Death recipient so destructive
I could never repent
Now that I'm a grown man
Learned to play my hand
Real well got many stories to tell
My enemies yearn for me to fail
Destined for hell
Out on bail Soon to hear Liberty's Bell
My lyrics so forceful
I'm even turnin dark skins pale
My energy made me
Much stronger longer
Than a nile who's style none could hit the dial
My sniper hits make melons shit
Venomous sticks
Cuz of too much excitement
No resentment fools turn apologetic
Cuz of broken commitment
So haters stop wishin'
Endin' fake rhymes is my ambition
Big pun would destroy this beat damn rest in peace.
NaS already made this beat rest in peace pun would've did his thing but what nas did noooo words can even describe
Dope ass shit
a flash of light extends... and covers my vision... it draws back... where Mary was she's no longer... Just a child king with a crown on... i gasped and said Baby Jesus... providing me with understanding... to further my thesis... who bore him unblemished... but our blessed mother... Paul says he became sin... and i used to wonder... how did he become sin... but death ruled his kin... so he submitted to execution... dying his spirit left... his body laid hollow... like the mind of a man without knowing... we're born frozen... he calls many... but few are chosen... who couldve give me the knowledge but the Christ man... who is like him... took a false crown woven... the stories showing... how their constantly throwing stones at throne... and though its a lonely road... He endured it for those that dont know... and though I know for sure... they dont call me a witness... but His words changed me... truth raised me from doubts dominion... no more taste for sin... just the love of God remained... at first I didnt know... but now I know for sure... further more I see that history repeats in forms... shadows to the Christ born... these the worst times though... the revolt was fortold... when Rome would become a Beasts home... again on the lonely road... but Christ did it alone... the disciples dispersed... i was given a taste of the sorrow... apologising for falling asleep... He carried me through the Garden... it was hard... cause im starving... all I could do was profess my need... He did it alone... and for me... now I rap for the seed... go to New York and find Nas... he told me... though there's more to the story... he told me the streets are starving... an African man hiding his form... his dilect and tribal scars showd where he's from... i ran to him... cause i could tell he needed... he said his families hungry... I ran to my ATM and got my last $20... its funny cause i never seen him before... i was always downtown trying to break bread with the poor... i gave him my money... he said thank you... but please please pray for my family... not about the money... i started to see deeper... and noticed his eyes... this man was the truest no doubt... he asked my name... I told him Gregory... I asked his... he said Yahwah... then he told me again... dont forget to pray for my family... and I never saw him again... the Lord in black men... my heart has a place for the streets.... hood life and G's... but Jesus calls... read his words please... and be freed...